Posted by simguy on 2/24/2006, 6:40 am

Thanks to FightFan for this repost.

Before: Important welterweight qualifier - winner here definitely makes a strong case to be #1 contender at the weight. "I'm excited," Henstridge says of the opportunity. "I'm back on a roll, I think my skills have matured to the point where I've gone to the next level and I've got a clear path to the title. Right through Gena Lee Nolin." Nolin off a bruising duke with arch rival Tia Carerre: are her legs fresh enough to take on a challenge like big Nat? "It's my time," Gena affirms. "It's my ring. It's my show: Natasha's just window dressing. Forget the Carerre fight - I extended that fight for my own reasons. Natasha I'll take care of quick and clean - don't you worry." Henstride in maple leaf sports bra (broad red and white bars, red leaf in the centre), solid red trunks with small white maple leaf at the left hip; white aerobics socks/shoes look. Gena in bright royal blue sports bra, peach bikini bottoms, white aerobics socks/black shoes. Puncher's ponytails, both vixens.

During R1: Gena lifting a snappy jab off her hip: Henny more conventional, chopping the jab off her shoulder. First blood, GLN: she slides back a step, luring Nat forward, then kissing her a sneaky right hand out of the screened stance. Henny soaking up a good shot - goes immediately to a frozen earmuff, giving away her tummy on the cheap as Gena steers a pair of fat right hands sidearm to paunch. Second minute, Henstridge rallies, jabbing from a high guard, stepping back in good order, beating Nolin to a hooks to send Gena stumbling back a few steps. Down the stretch, Gena creep-stepping to her right, left hand dangling, right at her chest - she walks Nat in, dips and lugs thumping right hands up into the Henstridge midsection to cramp Nat up at the bell.

R2: Henny walking Gena down - Canuck advancing behind a piercing jab, then leaning into slanting rights down into Gena's body. Nolin grimacing, trying to close up her stance and step to the right, but Henny doing a nice job of stepping over and cutting off the ring. Nat closing behind her jab, lowering her shoulders and throwing heavy round punches against Gena's waist: concerned Nolin clinching, slumping into the ropes with Henny bundled up for ref's breaks. Heavy stop and go second - Natasha the aggressor as Gena does more holding than hitting.

R3: Gena's improved footwork: still no gazelle, but look at her slide back, dragging that front foot while jabbing up off her hip; creep to the right while disguising her right hand with her body, rolling punches with her left shoulder. Natasha forward with rigid, hard one-twos, but relatively predictable: Gena able to slip this stuff, step away. Minute mark, Henny coming on: Nolin rolls a Henstridge right, answers back a ROBUST right bolo uppercut to the midsection, drawing a shout of pain from paralyzed Nat. HOOK ON TOP claps the mouthpiece off Natasha's teeth and HENNY GOES DOWN! Sickening stretch - Nat's head, backs of her hands bouncing off the canvas as she crashes to mat - Gena lifting her mitts and nodding her head triumphantly as she KNOWS Nat's not getting up. KO3 in heartpounding fashion, Gena Lee Nolin!

After: Natasha in deep, deep KO sleep - all starfished out and helpless as Nolin struts the ring, hooting at ringsiders, press, all who dare oppose her. Gena puts the hook on top of that withering right to the body: lesson learned from the Carerre fight in which the blonde relied too heavily on single punches. Henny comes around in stages: when two heavy handed lasses mix it up, one of 'em usually winds up on her back and it's Nat's turn tonight. AND GENA'S NOT DONE! Nat sitting up, legs outstretched - Nolin helps her to her feet from behind, reefing up under the armpits to pull Henny vertical. Staggering walk of shame - Gena beaming, hamming it up - taking Henstridge by her right wrist and waving her hand like a puppet's hand into the audience - poor Nat's head just lolling, eyelashes fluttering. Nolin eventually parades Henstridge to a corner above the BLONDE! mag photogs: she shoves drowsy Nat chest first to turnbuckle, lifts Nat's beefy left thigh to prop that leg in the ropes, then mounts the ropes from behind to tower over her beaten opponent. Flash bulbs pop: Gena arms up, hands in her hair, lips parted as she makes bedroom eyes down into the camera; Gena hands in Nat's hair, undoing the ponytail and tugging the back of Henny's head snug against wriggling Nolin tummy; Nolin taking both of Henny's wrists and holding her arms up - poor Nat fighting back tears as she's displayed - Gena like a lion hunter on safari with a fresh kill. Gotta be a cover shot in there somewhere!